Spyglass

Some other God

watched my birth

oversaw my childhood

and my clumsy growth

 

in adulthood

It saw me struggle

trying to fit in

on some crazy path

 

now It seems quiet

happy to let me slide

into my "dark night of the soul"

clawing towards my former contentment

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raypool

Fri 9th Nov 2018 19:46

HI Douglas; my comment would concern your predicament in emerging into reality from a cocoon of received wisdom which may be alien to your needs; we can't possibly know what is right for us until life has knocked us. If we believe in damnation that may be bad news, but I think you must take life on the chin to grow.

I'll get my coat.

Ray

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Douglas MacGowan

Fri 9th Nov 2018 17:42

Thanks for the input and insights. It is great to have a site where such thorough feedback is given.

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Taylor Crowshaw

Fri 9th Nov 2018 09:49

Wonderful, the last line sums it up for me..
Clawing towards my former contentment.
😃

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Douglas MacGowan

Fri 9th Nov 2018 01:42

Many thanks to you three for your comments. You make me reread my own poem with new eyes and possible insights.

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Anya

Thu 8th Nov 2018 23:22

Hi Douglas,

Your poem resonates with me strongly. I can tell from my personal experience that being a person of faith is sometimes very hard...

Thank you 😘

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Brian Maryon

Thu 8th Nov 2018 23:09

Hi Douglas - this follows on from a previous piece to do with loss of faith. I suppose the question is, where are you if the belief does not come back? Will this leave a massive hole in your life or will you learn to live with it? I'm sure this is something that happens a lot with believers generally but you don't hear of it much so your piece has perhaps broken new ground on here, at least in the recent past.

By the way, I'm not suggesting that you answer the question here.

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keith jeffries

Thu 8th Nov 2018 21:14

Douglas,

This poem intrigues me for several reasons. Your refer to God as It which takes away gender identity which is fine. You acknowledge his involvement in your life possibly as a bystander to a point of abandonment when you speak of the Dark Night of the Soul a place where St John of the Cross found himself in his relationship with God, then a desire to return to a former situation. The Dark Night of the Soul from my understanding is a means whereby God withdraws from us in order for us to realise our need of him. Usually the Dark Night is not forever but a temporary period of spiritual darkness. This poem needs unravelling. I like it because it shows an inner aspect of your personal journey. My theological understanding is that there will be no need to claw back but a restoration of a relationship which you may think has gone forever.

A feeling of loss, detachment and abandonment are a part of the human condition. Your poem is a good attempt to articulate this

Thank you for a really good poem, one which will provoke a good deal of thought to the reader

Keith

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